Mist

Whoosh—

Lin Ling heard this and let out a long breath, as if a huge weight had lifted from his heart. He felt much more at ease.

"Thanks."

"Between us, there's no need to thank me."

Fang Yue patted his shoulder, then headed out with the others.

Jing Yan and the others were planning to go see Qing Chen, but Fang Yue wasn't in a hurry.

He wanted to check on the cold river mist first, then discuss with Qing Chen whether the plan he'd come up with earlier would work.

After parting ways with Jing Yan and the others for the time being, Fang Yue thought about Lin Ling.

As far as Fang Yue knew, Lin Ling had always practiced the same low-grade martial arts he'd learned in the past.

Well... calling it low-grade martial arts wasn't quite right.

Back in Ancient Moon Village, martial arts that could break through the mortal realm were already considered the best of the best.

But as his horizons broadened, and he met more people and visited more places, looking back at Lin Ling's martial arts, he could only say they had nothing special about them. They were low-tier techniques.

Fang Yue might not have been confident about teaching Lin Ling before, but after everything he'd experienced, his exceptional comprehension, Lord Han's vast martial arts legacy as a knowledge base, and the sudden insight he'd just experienced...

Fang Yue now had more than enough knowledge and ability to teach Lin Ling.

Besides, Fang Yue's strength and cultivation were far beyond Lin Ling's. Teaching a congenital martial artist would be easy.

The only question was how far he could help Lin Ling grow.

By the time Fang Yue thought of this, he'd reached the exit onto the deck, where a guard from the envoy